bar, union, bookbinder fan club

today i’m wearing a pair of ridiculously terrible pants. they could’ve been better, with the right shoes, or right shirt, with just a little thought put into them, but instead i wore them with perhaps my weirdest shirt and definitely my weirdest shoes (the toning sneakers). so it’s like weird + weird + weird = really weird outfit. i fortunately brought a pair of ballet flats as back-up, so i took off the weird sneakers, but the jeans are way too long for those, so i have to fold the them up inside my pant leg, which makes things only marginally better. i also replaced the shirt with a shirt i found in my work drawer, which i once took off in a fit of “this shirt sucks,” but it’s better than the current one, so there you go.

last night i woke up at 11:45pm and then again at 4am. my heart was beating about work and inhaling spiders up my nose and i couldn’t go back to sleep till 5am.